|Ebony and Ivory
Author: Rakka PM
They were two, who were so different, yet one in the same. They loved each other, and they never knew it. Oneshots of Yon Syia and Lifen Iwer Kviu. Currently, we follow the aftermath of another drunken escapade.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 5 - Words: 5,152 - Updated: 06-27-12 - Published: 12-29-11 - id: 2983540
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"The stars that dance on lighter feet, they sway with the beat, while still flying higher than all. None compare to you, for their shine is shunned by your eyes reflected in mine. Oh, how I love thee. Nothing compares." A small smile shone on her face as the lines were recited from memory.
"Flit, flit, nary. What are you up to, little wolf?" An accented voice muttered.
"Nice to see you too, Lifen."
"Chi! Mahina wants ya."
"Tell him to fuck off."
"I did. Doi, why would I not?"
"I haven't the slightest. What say ye to a twilit flight?"
Looking up from her hands, Lifen nodded. "I'd like that, Yon."
Smiling slightly, she began to get up. "Meet you by the Northern gate in three minutes. Be ready, these nights leave me restless." Patting the white-haired woman, the onyx-haired one descended downwards into their keep.
"How do you always know?" Lifen muttered, her speech faltering. Shaking her head, she too took a door back to the how, but to relieve her person of unneeded weaponry. Tonight was hopefully safe. Along the Western border of their compound, rebellion was rising. Apparently, it wasn't natural to occupy a piece of land for hundreds of years. Though they still had the original deed making it theirs, the stupid humans wanted the land again. It was only a matter of time before they came to their door with pitchforks and torches.
Upon entering her chambers, she dropped her swords, three of four daggers, and her shoes. Also taking off her long trench coat, she rolled her shoulders, stretching out. Glancing at the clock on the far wall, she saw the time. Yon would be waiting. Deciding to keep the impatient Were, she took her time, sauntering over to the North Gate. And she was right, Yon stood, back to her, staring at the tiny sliver of illumed moon.
"Ready, dove?" She turned, and was only clad in that bandaged thing she called a shirt, and pants that seemed to hang off her hip bones. Her scars of old glistened ever so lightly, the shadows all the evidence they were there.
"Not the pet names again."
"Well?" Her emerald eyes shone so brightly, she must be anxious.
"Yes." She could swear her own white irises were reflecting the slight moonlight. Yon took her hand in hers, it was so warm. Bringing said clasped hands up, she gently kissed Lifen's dry knuckles, then returned their hands to their sides. It was such a chaste kiss, she thought it lasted not long enough. Before she could voice her thoughts, Yon took a few steps forward, tugging Lifen along with her.
Before she knew it, they were gone. Yon inhaled deeply, never taking her eyes off the landscape. It was very beautiful. Such mountains that they had seen erode from their keep were aging, and the trees grew ever higher, even as the lands had changed. Woodland creatures fled and hid as they careened past, but the pair took no heed.
"Yon?" Lifen asked so pleasantly.
"Yes, dove?" She replied with.. with love in her deep voice.
"Here we be: Ebony and Ivory. Yin and Yang. Black and White."
What Yon wanted to say was, Why do you think I adore the shade of grey?, but instead, she said. "Then let us fly, as one in the same." Letting go, Yon darted ahead, laughing quietly.
Lifen hissed and caught up, but not before Yon suddenly switched directions. Lifen followed closely behind. As their game of cat-mouse kept up, the ivory-haired female abruptly turned and switched roles, she being the mouse. Abiding the change wordlessly, Yon followed Lifen on four feet instead. A small snigger from the ebony-haired, and she pounced.
A grunt was heard, and the pair rolled on the ground, Yon smiling, Lifen grinning. Yon's eyes had dimmed back to their normal dark emerald, and both were breathing hard. Once they had stopped, Lifen emerged on her back, side by side with Yon on her side, tail flicking softly. "Feel better, Yon?"
"Much. Thanks for accompanying me. I appreciate it, pearl-toned one." Yon hummed in her chest with pleasing.
"I have a question." Lifen started.
"How do you always know?"
"Know? I just do. It's a strong feeling in the pit of my stomach that can't be ignored. It flutters as much as it weighs me down. It be more unexplainable than another." She finished, gazing out at the sky.
"Alright. I believe yo-"
"But it only works for someone who I feel for. And it works over any distance. Millions of miles," She paused and drew in and whispered. "Or just a few inches. I hear and feel it. I can smell it." Withdrawing, she sighed. "Do you get it, now, Lifen?"
"I can try." She offered.
"Please do." Her voice dropped an octave, and she nodded. "Go on." Her voice made a scratching noise, like when she was trying to mask a loud voice with the quiet one she was using now.
Swallowing, Lifen put the pieces together. "With all that the Darkness knew of cruelty, it could never bathe in the pure White's light. But it didn't stop their sinful fruit of desire from falling into decay. The Demon, the Angel. One never saw such a sadder pair, yet none saw another pair who loved each other so." She ended in melancholy.
"Yes.. Keep going." Yon muttered, casting a sharp eye to the forest for any eavesdroppers, any and all would be killed on the spot with all the tension in their area.
"Their's became the simple terms of it all: 'The Black Demon, coloured by their sins and hate, and the White Angel, swathed in its adoration and pure love.' Black and white." She paused, then looked at the emerald-eyed one.
"Ebony and Ivory." Lifen finished, finally letting it all sink in.
"And grey." Yon murmured too low for her to hear, nuzzling her neck with her own head, inhaling the white hair upon Lifen's head. It smelled like metal, thanks to all her time spent with her swords and metal-working. But a nice mix of metal and roses and coffee, like her shampoo and ever-worshipped drink.
"Is that how you feel?"
"I think it is. I do think it is."
"This night of change, let the pure fade to black,"
"And let the black fade to white,"
They finished together.
"As the grey dusk approacheth, let them intertwine, for ever and beyond."